Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
The Index,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.